I Cried

than that. When I first knew my sister she was serious and separate from me. My parents had divorced and I fitted perfectly into the family my mother constructed with her boyfriend. She felt discarded, too old, too bitter a bad fit for this new situation. I remember being slapped and teased and her doing everything that she could do to make me feel her pain. And then, with puberty, I felt her pain too. But she felt pain that was deeper, a remote cousin to the darkest depths of mine. She stole…

the fat cat you saw before? How about the little old lady in the santa hat who cracked the joke that made you laugh? Thoughts begin to go everywhere. Nothing is certain now. And, when those doors open, will you be surprised by what you see, or what you did not see? Whenever I step into an elevator, I claim the back corner, as if I am hiding in fear from something. The kind of dread that keeps you from looking at a lifeless body. It keeps you waiting for a miracle.…

Lying on my bedroom floor, I cried. It wasn’t one of those angry cries or stress cries, it was a cry that highlighted the hurt and pain that consumed me. I couldn’t comprehend what I did to deserve any of it, so I just cried. No one could hear me. Earlier that day in 2012, I woke up to my regular, everyday routine. From the kitchen, my mom yelled, “Wake up! It’s time to get ready for school!” Grumbling, I got out of my bed and started getting ready. It was a lovely spring morning, and I was…

My Golf Cart Stories Some and or most of these should be relatable to you, because these are all the good times I had with my golf cart back at my old house when I lived near you. Hope you enjoy the memories! My Brother’s accident It was a cloudy day, and I remember it perfectly. Well… actually I was young so I don’t remember it perfectly, but the image of him getting absolutely demolished is still in my mind clearly and it’s glorious. Now, I remember that it was a few weeks before school,…

where she had live which was California. Toward the end of the essay she develops the moral of the story "it is distinctly possible to remain too long at the Fair.” I believe that this sentence holds a lot of meaning and depth. This sentence also shows us how she felt when she moved to New York and how she feels now living in New York. The purpose of this essay may be to show other young people what it is like to live in a world with out any understanding. I think Joan wants the readers to…

of comfort I would have that day. Years passed, and the same routine occurred. Go to school, do homework, get in trouble, bawl my eyes out with a single look from my father, never get into trouble (excluding the one time I stole from Target). Eventually little crybaby Kathryn got her crap together and decided crying and being awkward consistently was probably not the best thing. However, because my childhood was filled with rules and regulations for being a "respectable young lady", I never…

– Anonymous. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I cried myself to sleep at three o’clock in the afternoon. I was in the capital of Texas going to one of the best universities in the country for free, but something wasn’t right. I spent nights trying to figure out what to do with my life now that I realized I didn’t belong in Austin. Fast forward 6 months and I was living in Victoria, going to Victoria College, and having the time of my life. So, what happened? How did I go from a lonely and…

news, and all I wanted to do after finding out was go lay in my bed and cry. However, that 's not what happened, and the day was long from being over. It was a sunny, somewhat chilly Friday afternoon, and I was supposed to be dismissed early from my 7th period class to board the basketball bus. We were headed to Newton, who beat us by 9 earlier in the season, for a redemption game. All day at school, my stomach did flips and my feet wouldn 't stop tapping as anticipation and excitement built.…

When I woke up I heard the sound of wheels running over linoleum flooring. I opened my eyes and saw a cart being pushed by a woman wearing minnie mouse scrubs. Why is she wearing that? I thought. I could feel the effects of the anesthetic lingering in my body. That was when I remembered I had just come out of surgery to correct my bladder. The nurse looked at me with a smile on her face, “How are you feeling sweetie? I have a toy for you to choose.” I looked towards the cart and saw the…

couldn’t walk, but he wouldn’t tell his brother it in person. “When Doodle was five years old, I was embarrassed at having a brother of that age who couldn’t walk, so I set out to teach him. We were down in Old Woman Swamp and it was spring and the sick sweet smell of bay flowers hung everywhere like a mournful song. ‘I’m going to teach you to walk, Doodle,’ I said.” Doodle doubted he could walk because everybody said he wouldn’t be able to walk. “‘I can’t walk, Brother,’ he said. ‘Who says…